I’ve lately been on a high. It comes from being a new kitten mom. I’m experiencing a heavy dose of jubilation with a spritz of exhaustion. It’s not that our thirteen-week-old furry son doesn’t let me sleep, but it must be on his terms. This means when he drops, I better drop, or I’ll miss out on naptime. Later in the day, I can’t go to bed too early, or he won’t sleep through the night. I’m guessing this sounds familiar to those of you who have or have ever had babies — furry ones included.
Do you remember?
What was I thinking by adopting a kitten so young? It wasn’t the original plan. Ed and I thought we’d rescue a young adult or older cat, giving him a chance at redemption. But then, through my search, Huey happened. The moment the shelter placed him in my arms, we bonded, and I knew he was the one. This kitten with charming markings filled the void left by our recently deceased cat.
The day Huey and I met was serendipitous. In the morning, the vet called to say Skye’s ashes had arrived, and hours later, I was signing the paperwork and bringing our new baby home. Today, Skye’s ash-filled ceramic heart sits on a shelf, further imprinting her memory on my heart. In the meanwhile, Huey’s presence has removed the unnecessary sadness. Ed and I celebrate our family’s new beginnings as we honour Skye’s faithful life.
Every day is new, and as such, this pet mom’s worry knows no bounds. I wondered last week if he’d manage the deafening shrill of the monthly fire alarm while I was at work. This week, I feared he’d fall from the wire rack in the storage room or get stuck behind the washer and dryer combo before we could close the laundry room door. It’s a never-ending game of watching him climb into, onto, and on top of forbidden places. I love how he tries to leap onto large boxes or high countertops, only to miss and slide back onto the floor. What it is to be young — so adorable but not so wise.
I feel truly blessed. I’m both a grandmother and a new mom surrounded by young life. There’s no better way to enjoy my days than looking at innocent eyes. Since adopting Huey, I’m racing down my long hallway with a string attached to a stick and perfecting my fast pitch as I play fetch with a crinkle ball.
This kitten is keeping me youthful. Only my tired self suggests otherwise. Thanks to Skye’s loving guidance, I’ve found my forever friend. And Huey’s age couldn’t be more perfect. I need to work on him staying off my computer and sticking to being my creative muse, but we’ve got time. Our relationship has only begun, and I can’t wait to see where it takes us.
Stay tuned for more Huey stories. But if you’re not into cats, here are some of my other stories for you to enjoy.
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As the sun shines brightly and nature calls, I thank you for allowing me to spend time in your life with my newsletter and stories. Please know that I appreciate you.
Until next time, keep well.
I think Huey is just what you needed! He will definitely keep you young. Thanks for sharing you first experiences with your new best friend!
It does like Huey is going to be keeping you busy!